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Uriel has made his appearance! Sorry for any continuity errors, I'm too tired to read through every single post right now. If anyone has any problems with the post, please tell me.
URIEL ATTICUS - LOCATION: HOTEL ROOM?
Uriel was actually having a pretty great day. No, really. He got an A on his Physics test, the cafeteria was serving couscous and he was currently lying in one of the most luxurious hotel rooms he had ever had the pleasure of staying in. Such a compliment was difficult to pry from the heir to the famed Atticus Motors. Sure, the reason he was in this room in the first place was because he got drugged and kidnapped and sure, his neck felt like someone had dropped the pointy end of a hammer directly on his jugular but hey, this bed was bloody amazing. Like floating on a dream, his mother would say.
The décor was fantastic too; all brand new high quality stuff. Gave off real “modern art deco” vibes. These kidnappers of his were awfully considerate. If they paid for this hotel room then they certainly weren’t strapped for cash. And even if they were, it wasn’t like his family wouldn’t be able to fulfil whatever demands his captors made. But then again, the Atticus’ had some powerful connections. Anyone who was silly enough to abduct the scion of the Atticus clan wouldn’t get away unscathed. So Uriel relaxed, enjoyed the warmth of the bed while glancing about the room for something to use as a weapon. He was still feeling sluggish from the drugging, so he wouldn’t last long in a fight. He needed more options. Escape routes, intel, all that jazz. He heard voices outside the room. Quite a bit of shouting. It was difficult to make out the ages of the speakers but they didn’t sound much like the grown men he’d been expected. That was … good? Hold up, were they shouting in Russian? Did he get kidnapped by the BRATVA? Oh man, this would be an interesting story to tell later. He was getting pumped now.
It was time to take action. Getting out of bed wasn’t as terrible as he thought it would be (he only hurled once!) and he looked around for the options he was seeking earlier. No windows to leap out of, but there was a bathroom with a mirror! One thrown chair later and he was equipped with a sizable mirror shard wrapped in one of the provided hand towels (y’know, safety first). He stowed his makeshift weapon in the pocket of his blazer. His kidnappers were gracious enough to not undress him, this really was a great day!
Now for the potentially fatal bit. The exit. Surprisingly, the door was unlocked. Uriel turned the handle slowly, trying not to make any noise. So far, so good. He peeked his head out. No visible guards, just as he deduced from his earlier hearing. So far, so good. Hand in his pocket, still clutching the wrapped mirror shard, he made his way down the hall. The sound of conversation was clearer now. He was right before, they weren’t grown men, they were … teenagers? He reached the end of the hall, only to find what seemed to be a cafeteria. Yep, definitely teenagers. Man, today really was a great day. Uriel decided to enter the room the only way he knew how to.
“Heeeeeeeeeeeeeelllllloooooooooooo, everybo-day!”
@Jinxer @sakurasan @HellHoundWoof @SheriffLlama
Uriel was actually having a pretty great day. No, really. He got an A on his Physics test, the cafeteria was serving couscous and he was currently lying in one of the most luxurious hotel rooms he had ever had the pleasure of staying in. Such a compliment was difficult to pry from the heir to the famed Atticus Motors. Sure, the reason he was in this room in the first place was because he got drugged and kidnapped and sure, his neck felt like someone had dropped the pointy end of a hammer directly on his jugular but hey, this bed was bloody amazing. Like floating on a dream, his mother would say.
The décor was fantastic too; all brand new high quality stuff. Gave off real “modern art deco” vibes. These kidnappers of his were awfully considerate. If they paid for this hotel room then they certainly weren’t strapped for cash. And even if they were, it wasn’t like his family wouldn’t be able to fulfil whatever demands his captors made. But then again, the Atticus’ had some powerful connections. Anyone who was silly enough to abduct the scion of the Atticus clan wouldn’t get away unscathed. So Uriel relaxed, enjoyed the warmth of the bed while glancing about the room for something to use as a weapon. He was still feeling sluggish from the drugging, so he wouldn’t last long in a fight. He needed more options. Escape routes, intel, all that jazz. He heard voices outside the room. Quite a bit of shouting. It was difficult to make out the ages of the speakers but they didn’t sound much like the grown men he’d been expected. That was … good? Hold up, were they shouting in Russian? Did he get kidnapped by the BRATVA? Oh man, this would be an interesting story to tell later. He was getting pumped now.
It was time to take action. Getting out of bed wasn’t as terrible as he thought it would be (he only hurled once!) and he looked around for the options he was seeking earlier. No windows to leap out of, but there was a bathroom with a mirror! One thrown chair later and he was equipped with a sizable mirror shard wrapped in one of the provided hand towels (y’know, safety first). He stowed his makeshift weapon in the pocket of his blazer. His kidnappers were gracious enough to not undress him, this really was a great day!
Now for the potentially fatal bit. The exit. Surprisingly, the door was unlocked. Uriel turned the handle slowly, trying not to make any noise. So far, so good. He peeked his head out. No visible guards, just as he deduced from his earlier hearing. So far, so good. Hand in his pocket, still clutching the wrapped mirror shard, he made his way down the hall. The sound of conversation was clearer now. He was right before, they weren’t grown men, they were … teenagers? He reached the end of the hall, only to find what seemed to be a cafeteria. Yep, definitely teenagers. Man, today really was a great day. Uriel decided to enter the room the only way he knew how to.
“Heeeeeeeeeeeeeelllllloooooooooooo, everybo-day!”
@Jinxer @sakurasan @HellHoundWoof @SheriffLlama
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8 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Yet another silence. That was fine. Sakamori Kuzunao was a patient woman, raised by the head of one of Japan's key Aikido families and forged by the discipline of her clan's trade. Patience was her guide. She grew up with it leading her by the hand as she encountered obstinate problems and even more obstinate people. It was a practice that she needed to apply persistently with Ojima-kun. It the only thing that gave her hope for his recovery. He finally voiced his thoughts after a silence much shorter than the first. His fears were reasonable but he was finally taking some steps forward. Sakamori allowed herself a smile.
"I promise you, I'm much more capable than you probably think I am."
Ojima-kun whispered something, too quiet for her to hear so he was most likely saying it to himself. Hopefully she hadn't missed anything too important. She checked her watch. It was around five in the afternoon.
"If we head off now, we'll have time for a quick spar. We'll use one of the smaller training rooms if you're willing to go today."
@Renny
"I promise you, I'm much more capable than you probably think I am."
Ojima-kun whispered something, too quiet for her to hear so he was most likely saying it to himself. Hopefully she hadn't missed anything too important. She checked her watch. It was around five in the afternoon.
"If we head off now, we'll have time for a quick spar. We'll use one of the smaller training rooms if you're willing to go today."
@Renny
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8 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Aki smiled in relief.
“It looks like Yamamoto-kun got burnt, he’s the one who needs help,” he gestured to the injured boy.
It wasn’t just the presence of a healer that made Aki smile, it was Senhime herself. The timid stuttering girl he encountered in the stairwell earlier was nowhere to be found. The person before him now was a battle-hardened warrior; the resolve in her voice was evidence of that. It was impressive how much confidence and determination she now held. Scorch marks adorned her uniform, the only physical indicator of what they just went through. A scarred uniform that matched his and Yamamoto’s.
The strongest steel is forged by the fires of hell, eh? he mused, Guess I wasn’t the only one who got something out of this whole mess.
Speaking of fire…
“I think Tomoda could get a check up after too. The guy’s been through some stuff.”
“It looks like Yamamoto-kun got burnt, he’s the one who needs help,” he gestured to the injured boy.
It wasn’t just the presence of a healer that made Aki smile, it was Senhime herself. The timid stuttering girl he encountered in the stairwell earlier was nowhere to be found. The person before him now was a battle-hardened warrior; the resolve in her voice was evidence of that. It was impressive how much confidence and determination she now held. Scorch marks adorned her uniform, the only physical indicator of what they just went through. A scarred uniform that matched his and Yamamoto’s.
The strongest steel is forged by the fires of hell, eh? he mused, Guess I wasn’t the only one who got something out of this whole mess.
Speaking of fire…
“I think Tomoda could get a check up after too. The guy’s been through some stuff.”
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Persona - Academic Akrasia (Being rebooted, see new int check)
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8 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
No freaking way. They did it. They did it! Aki pumped his fist and jumped in his excitement. His smile only grew larger as more light returned to the void.
“Aw heck yes!”
He took in the scene before him while celebrating. Tomoda had returned, looking great for someone who was only recently possessed by creatures of darkness and transformed into a savage monstrosity. The other thing that caught his attention was Yamamoto-kun on the ground, freshly seared by false Tomoda’s flames. Luckily the fire had died out with the defeat of the shadows. Both of them looked in need of assistance but Aki wasn’t quite prepared to approach the guy who had grievously wounded him just minutes before. So Yamamoto was the best option.
Aki inwardly grimaced. In a way, it was the Drama Club captain who had dragged them (literally, in Rena’s case,) into this whole mess. So even if the guy was going through the exact same pain that Aki had experienced just before, he wasn’t too eager to get chummy with the bespectacled boy. But the guy needed help, so that was what he was gonna get. Even if he was an incompetent leader that couldn’t even stop his loud-ass club members from blowing up the drama room. Aki knelt beside him.
“Don’t worry, we’ll get you patched up soon. Deep breaths, buddy.” He spoke with an attempted tone of positivity, reaching out to give the singed classmate a reassuring hand on the shoulder but reconsidering it in the end. He turned to face the others.
“Hey, we need a healer over here!”
“Aw heck yes!”
He took in the scene before him while celebrating. Tomoda had returned, looking great for someone who was only recently possessed by creatures of darkness and transformed into a savage monstrosity. The other thing that caught his attention was Yamamoto-kun on the ground, freshly seared by false Tomoda’s flames. Luckily the fire had died out with the defeat of the shadows. Both of them looked in need of assistance but Aki wasn’t quite prepared to approach the guy who had grievously wounded him just minutes before. So Yamamoto was the best option.
Aki inwardly grimaced. In a way, it was the Drama Club captain who had dragged them (literally, in Rena’s case,) into this whole mess. So even if the guy was going through the exact same pain that Aki had experienced just before, he wasn’t too eager to get chummy with the bespectacled boy. But the guy needed help, so that was what he was gonna get. Even if he was an incompetent leader that couldn’t even stop his loud-ass club members from blowing up the drama room. Aki knelt beside him.
“Don’t worry, we’ll get you patched up soon. Deep breaths, buddy.” He spoke with an attempted tone of positivity, reaching out to give the singed classmate a reassuring hand on the shoulder but reconsidering it in the end. He turned to face the others.
“Hey, we need a healer over here!”
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Academy Wars: Rituals and Technology in the Modern World, a Magitech School RP
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8 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Sakamori took a deep breath. God, she hoped that this wouldn’t be a mistake.
“A simple spar. No Ritual Technology, no other weapons either. I will make sure to supervise. I won’t let anything happen to either combatants.”
“Now we could go down and find a classmate willing to have a spar with you or-”
Here came the leap of faith.
“If you don’t have any objections, I could be your opponent. I have the necessary training and qualifications to ensure that your spar doesn’t result in anything … unfortunate.”
She held her breath, fingers absentmindedly brushing over the flask in her back pocket. Dammit, why was she so nervous about this? He was just a student. She looked at him, glanced at the hands that had almost bludgeoned someone to death. She could still see the after-image of the blood splatters on his palms. She banished the image from her mind and returned her focus to retaining her calm demeanour. She wasn’t going to let this student endure his pain any longer just because she couldn’t keep her pokerface.
“Of course it doesn’t have to happen today,” she added a bit hastily, “but I would recommend that you address the problem sooner than later.”
@Renny
“A simple spar. No Ritual Technology, no other weapons either. I will make sure to supervise. I won’t let anything happen to either combatants.”
“Now we could go down and find a classmate willing to have a spar with you or-”
Here came the leap of faith.
“If you don’t have any objections, I could be your opponent. I have the necessary training and qualifications to ensure that your spar doesn’t result in anything … unfortunate.”
She held her breath, fingers absentmindedly brushing over the flask in her back pocket. Dammit, why was she so nervous about this? He was just a student. She looked at him, glanced at the hands that had almost bludgeoned someone to death. She could still see the after-image of the blood splatters on his palms. She banished the image from her mind and returned her focus to retaining her calm demeanour. She wasn’t going to let this student endure his pain any longer just because she couldn’t keep her pokerface.
“Of course it doesn’t have to happen today,” she added a bit hastily, “but I would recommend that you address the problem sooner than later.”
@Renny
Luis scoffed good-naturedly.
"Oh, like you're such a prize yourself, Miss I-Don't-Give-A-Damn-'Bout-My Reputation. How many nice fellas have you snagged with that punk rock get-up, eh?" he retorted and gestured to her dyed hair, only about half-meaning it.
To be perfectly honest, Luis wasn't really concerned about his standing with the ladies. He was going to return to America after graduation anyway, no reason to get too attached to anyone. Plus it wasn't like he had a shortage of admirers. Nishka could tease him however she wanted, but there was no denying that his physique was something to keep an eye out for. Let's just say that Yuri wasn't the only guy on campus with mad gunz.
He had to admit though, that request was pretty weird. How on earth would being carried directly benefit her in any way? Whatever, he wasn't fussed about it. He just had to think of it as an exercise. He made himself a mental note to check his pockets again later, to make sure she hadn't pick pocketed anything. The only things in his pocket were some scraps of paper, his wallet with just enough lunch money for two, his bus ticket and his apartment keys so if she did end up stealing anything, it wouldn't be a total disaster.
He rolled his eyes and stretched his arms out.
"Bridal, fireman or piggyback, Princess?" he asked sarcastically, inquiring about the way she wanted to be carried.
@Eklispe
"Oh, like you're such a prize yourself, Miss I-Don't-Give-A-Damn-'Bout-My Reputation. How many nice fellas have you snagged with that punk rock get-up, eh?" he retorted and gestured to her dyed hair, only about half-meaning it.
To be perfectly honest, Luis wasn't really concerned about his standing with the ladies. He was going to return to America after graduation anyway, no reason to get too attached to anyone. Plus it wasn't like he had a shortage of admirers. Nishka could tease him however she wanted, but there was no denying that his physique was something to keep an eye out for. Let's just say that Yuri wasn't the only guy on campus with mad gunz.
He had to admit though, that request was pretty weird. How on earth would being carried directly benefit her in any way? Whatever, he wasn't fussed about it. He just had to think of it as an exercise. He made himself a mental note to check his pockets again later, to make sure she hadn't pick pocketed anything. The only things in his pocket were some scraps of paper, his wallet with just enough lunch money for two, his bus ticket and his apartment keys so if she did end up stealing anything, it wouldn't be a total disaster.
He rolled his eyes and stretched his arms out.
"Bridal, fireman or piggyback, Princess?" he asked sarcastically, inquiring about the way she wanted to be carried.
@Eklispe
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